editSince I don't want to further explicate this meaning, here's a picture of a mechanized robotic dinosaur with the head of a smiling Bill Cosby

editWhy your live-in girlfriend had to use up all the damn Aspirin in the house

editI work eight hours a freaking day and all I ask for when I come home is for some damn peace and relaxation and AT LEAST a decent walkway in this stinkin' house and you had to put the damn ottoman next to the fireplace just so that I would hit it and stub my fucking toe when just trying to bushwhack my way through this untidy mess you call a living room to get some damn firewood for what should have been a nice unwinding in front of what should have been a beautiful fire, but--No, no, no! I had to freaking stub my toe thanks in part to this shit and you can't even find some stinkin' Aspirin

I mean: is it too much to ask? Seriously? Too much to ask? Come on!

editNo, I wasn't yelling at you. It was just in the heat of the moment--I was yelling at myself. No, I swear. It was just...uhh...it was just my inner monologue coming through my mouth. And...it's just..you know I love you. You know I didn't mean what I said. I'm sorry--Hey, look, I'M SORRRRYY